Eleven stops walking when she hears her name. She would know that voice anywhere, even if he's only said the one thing. She almost doesn't want to look up from her feet. Like it's a dream. They'd said no one would be here.

But he is.

Slowly, she lifts her eyes to his. It's only been a week since she's seen him, but it feels like longer.

"Hop," she whispers.